Tuesday, March 20, 2012

A Tenuous Quest

(This is going to be a deviation from my usual to the point
posts, so you chose to read the rambling that follows, okay? I hope I make
myself clear.)

Let me deal with all that I missed, nevermind the fact that
I just barely stumbled out of finishing Boards before rushing to finish
registering for CLAT and starting the preparations for cracking the same. (which
also reminds me that I just learned how thoroughly I detest paperwork. Add to
that how I ironically aim to throw myself into an administrative framework for a
career. The Indian Foreign Service, with any luck.)

Ahem, before I completely forget about what I was going to say,
back to where I started.

First, thank you all for your good wishes. With God’s grace,
I have done well in my examinations. Now, I have been fortunate enough to be awarded
by the very astute Supernick at The Devil’s Workshop. The Overlord, of all
things! To the awarder, I cannot thank you enough. I only hope I live up to all
the praises.

My only contention is that I’m not eligible to pass on the
award, mainly because I haven’t been stalking enough blogs. Scratch that, I
haven’t been commenting as often to strike an acquaintance with most bloggers.
So, my followers and all other readers, don’t be surprised if I’m suddenly
here, there and everywhere. I should know as a writer that any feedback is
appreciated and yet as a reader I hesitate to give the same. None of that
anymore. (It will take me sometime to
catch up with reading, of course)

There, that’s done, what I had to say has been conveyed.
Onto the part that will finally end the tiresome rant, I believe.

What I could all manage was a dismally short Inception
fanfiction (my current obsession and I do have a tendency to randomly obsess
myself with things, the predecessor to this wonderful movie being Big Bang
Theory.) The reason I’m choosing to post it here is a hopefully not-in-vain
attempt to garner more feedback than what I got on Fanfiction. Without spoiling
it further, all I would add is that it’s written from Eames’ perspective.

Now I should really let my writing do the talking here.

... ...

He watches Fischer open the safe and spot the will, only to
remove the pinwheel – their key to extraction – lying beneath.

It was done. The job was completed, successfully. He
continues to watch impassively the scene play out between father and son.

Emotions. Sentiments. Feelings. So very captivating and more
often than not the purpose of existence for majority of people.

To him, they were simply convenient.

An emotional block could easily turn out to be an
insurmountable maze for a person of his profession but it was the very base for
his deceptions as a forger.

Naturally, he has to get it right, always. In the world of
extraction – and now, inception – there are no second chances.

It is at such times when he muses upon his ability to
decipher the emotional strength of his subject from a perspective that allows
no such indulgence on his part.

He only has to remember Dominic Cobb to be reminded of what
attachments and even possessiveness
can do to one’s subconscious.

(He would be lying if he claimed he knew the story. But it
is not difficult to piece it together.)

It is almost strange, what love and fear – the two
sentiments that comprise everything that could possibly dictate one’s actions –
can do to people. It is those feelings
that manipulates every single time, always choosing to disregard the thought that
he could be dealt with in the same manner.

Of course, he is no less immune; time will tell. No less
immune than that stick-in-the-mud Arthur, with his seemingly subtle preference
for Ariadne.

They had all gone to extraordinary lengths to cultivate the
veil of professionalism and detachment to keep them from falling apart every
single time they took on a job.

How long till it stopped working? He, despite his laconic,
devil-may-care attitude, always comes face to face with that question.

The ignored thought still remains hanging: how long till he loses his grip on reality?

(After all, everyone is entitled to their share of
self-doubts.)

But his mind quickly clears when the kick sets in and with a
last look at his surroundings…the dream world, he undoubtedly knew of the one
certainty he shares with everyone on the team (even Cobb, despite it being his
last job)